Male Pee Desperation Omorashi Bundle #1

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He noticed he's starting to sweat from the constant effort of clenching his muscles as tight as possible, scared of the consequences if he should relax them even in the slightest. Oh God, why isn't the damn plane taking off already? He pressed his thighs together firmly, praying to whatever deity might be willing to help him out of this with his dignity intact. or; Billy's gotta go. Steve's not gonna let him. Language: English Words: 9,158 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 44 Kudos: 245 Bookmarks: 34 Hits: 4,572 He let go and the torrent started up once more. He moaned in pure pleasure already afraid of the moment when he would have to clamp down again, which would come all to soon. Even through the haze, he heard the sound of frantic movement on fabric next to him and a small grunt, then there was silence. My son has a condition and if he needs to go for a number 2 he has to go immediately. I have to get a letter from his consultant to this effect so that his teachers will let him go.

Sorry, mate, how much longer will you be?" There was a definite pleading tone to his voice, but he didn't care about that either. He just needed to pee. There was no answer from inside the toilet. He stopped a stewardess on the way by. Ben wished that he actually was trapped inside. This couldn't be happening. He'd never heard of such a thing before. Was she making this up? No, he was getting paranoid. But he just needed to pee and now there was literally nowhere to go. A little", he admitted, glad that he other gut put his fidgeting down to a fear of flying. The man next to him nodded. Then, thankfully, the plane finally started to move. The thought of the delightful relief he would experience in a few minutes caused him to lose his concentration for a second and to his utter and complete horror he felt a small spurt of piss escape into his pants. He shut it down forcefully. This was not happening. He was a grown-up. Grown-ups didn't pee themselves. Especially not on planes. It's 99% descriptions of holding and desperation. Language: English Words: 1,804 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 8 Kudos: 292 Bookmarks: 11 Hits: 5,568Sasha thought she could control her instincts around Anne while she was in heat. That was before she realized what Anne was like in rut. He reached his row and of course it's a window seat, which meant he had to awkwardly squeeze past the guy sitting next to him. Thankfully, it's only two seats on each side, the plane being rather on the small side.

On the last day of school before exams, Taruto decides to have as much fun with Pudding as possible. Series Thirty minutes later, they still hadn't moved and Ben was beside himself with worry. He was teetering closer and closer to the edge of losing control. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. If only he knew how long he still had to wait. If he knew there would be relief in 15 minutes, he could make it. But what if they didn't move for another hour? What if they didn't move for another two hours? itsmarbleee, bromleyreads, Eva666, AvengingVulcan, FromYourDreamLastNight, Littleblurbird, hornymuse, HanaTheLynx, VulcanHandshake, Duetronomy, SRed, TinyBangtanScrub, misscutieful, sirius_gray, Abzoro1215, Kekskriegerin, laura0699, Kessari_Ulfapakki, Naokki__i, help_imalive, HoldItTillYouCant, MischiefManaged12345, EverlastingFlame, Nijole, BaddieGuchi, NotCalledGreg, arandomidiot, Rarlandcarjamin, Krokazyabr, HopeHogwarts16, SandySam, IamFandomTrash, maddieve, OtakuHarvest, Chikita, spiralsystem, adaptivemanipulator, travacety, Mistriver, wave789, Aoi_Moon, yoshiyakiryu, sunflowerslut, SummerStars399, owldeer, HolyWater, Unrexlistic, belphegwhore, TheGreyParrot, CommentLurker , and 21 more users He turned a corner and saw the final upward climb leading to the plane's entrance. He could see a stewardess waiting at the top and he reluctantly let go of himself and tried to straighten out his gait a little. Oh God, this was torture. After what seemed like an eternity he arrived at the top, greeting the stewardess with a pained smile.Pantalone would never admit to it, but his heart raced whenever he heard Dottore squirm on the bed for the first time, whenever the mattress creaked, signaling that the Doctor has changed his position again. The first sharp breath of sudden desperation was music to Pantalone’s ears, and as Dottore’s breathing became heavier and faster with the time passing, Pantalone could barely focus on anything else. Yes, I'm fine", he tried to keep his voice neutral, but he really, really needed to get on this plane right this very second. Maybe he should have gone to the toilets and risked missing the flight. Would have been better than having to sit through a 3 hour flight with drenched pants, as he could see himself do in about 5 minutes if they didn't hurry this along. I had to once, just 20 metres away from my house. Was no way of hiding it though, puddles of piss all over the place.

Surely, that must have been his over-active imagination, creating nightmare scenarios. Surely, she had not just said what he thought she said. I remember at secondary school, I had just started what is known in our family as "bunny times", and as often happens when you start, I was really heavy and hadn't brought sufficient "stuff" and the teacher wouldnt let me go to the loo and I was getting so upset and worried that it would go all over my skirt:( I was asking for ages and was so anxious and fidgetty.The smell of pee invaded his nostrils. He was still out of his pants and it took an incredible effort not to continue letting go just there and then. Why did he keep fighting the inevitable anyway? Anne got very possessive and territorial during rut. This meant she was marking everything obsessively. She was worried what might happen since they were both Alphas sharing the same living space during. Would they fight? Would Anne see Sasha as a competitor or mate? Language: English Words: 21,489 Chapters: 5/5 Comments: 11 Kudos: 179 Bookmarks: 18 Hits: 11,732 He focussed all of his mind, all of his will power and stopping the flow. He managed to restrain it to spurts, but that was all. He was about to lose it completely and there was nowhere to go. He closed the bottle again, so at least he wouldn't add the liquid in there to the mess that was about to unfold itself. At least his pants were still almost dry. Which couldn't be said for the floor.